Little Girl
A little forgotten girl,
Heading down memory lane,
with curly hair,
carrying something
Held so tight,
in those little hands,
As if when she didn't,
it would fly away
She sits down in a patch of grass,
Thats where this ally leads,
The little forgotten girl,
in a little forgotten place
She opens her hands,
spreads them wide over her head,
and she starts spinning
Out of her little hands,
is something you can't see
You can feel it,
the sun light on your skin,
radiating
you can hear it,
the birds chripping,
people laughing
you can smell it,
the wind carrying salty warmth,
uplifting spirits
But then the little girl stops spinning,
and closes her hands
The little patch of grass reappears,
and we are walking back down the ally way
To where,
I don't know,
But as the little girl squeezes her hands shut,
I know what shes carrying
Hope,
A Dream,
Faith,
A Chance.
Heading down memory lane,
with curly hair,
carrying something
Held so tight,
in those little hands,
As if when she didn't,
it would fly away
She sits down in a patch of grass,
Thats where this ally leads,
The little forgotten girl,
in a little forgotten place
She opens her hands,
spreads them wide over her head,
and she starts spinning
Out of her little hands,
is something you can't see
You can feel it,
the sun light on your skin,
radiating
you can hear it,
the birds chripping,
people laughing
you can smell it,
the wind carrying salty warmth,
uplifting spirits
But then the little girl stops spinning,
and closes her hands
The little patch of grass reappears,
and we are walking back down the ally way
To where,
I don't know,
But as the little girl squeezes her hands shut,
I know what shes carrying
Hope,
A Dream,
Faith,
A Chance.